EPILOGUE.

Emil.Oh sacred, shadowy, cold and constant Queen,Abandoner of Revels, mute contemplative,Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pureAs wind-fan'd Snow, who to thy femal KnightsAllow'st no more blood than will make a blush,Which is their Orders Robe. I here thy PriestAm humbled for thine Altar, oh vouchsafeWith that thy rare green eye, which never yetBeheld thing maculate, look on thy Virgin,And sacred silver Mistriss, lend thine ear(Which ne'r heard scurril term, into whose portNe'er entred wanton sound,) to my petitionSeason'd with holy fear; this is my lastOf vestal office, I'm Bride-habited,But Maiden-hearted: a Husband I have pointed,But do not know him, out of two, I shouldChoose one, and pray for his success, but IAm guiltless of election of mine eyes,Were I to lose one, they are equal precious,I could doome neither, that which perish'd shouldGoe to't unsentenc'd: Therefore most modest Queen,He of the two Pretenders, that best loves meAnd has the truest Title in't, let himTake off my wheaten Garland, or else grantThe file and quality I hold, I mayContinue in thy Band.

[Here the Hind vanishes under the Altar: andin the place ascends a Rose-Tree, having oneRose upon it.

See what our General of Ebbs and FlowsOut from the bowels of her holy AltarWith sacred Act advances: But one Rose,If well inspir'd, this Battel shall confoundBoth these brave Knights, and I a Virgin FlowerMust grow alone unpluck'd.

[Here is heard a sodain twang of Instruments, and the Rose falls from the Tree.

The Flower is fall'n, the Tree descends: oh MistrissThou here dischargest me, I shall be gather'd,I think so, but I know not thine own Will;Unclaspe th[y] Mistery: I hope she's pleas'd,Her Signs were gracious.

[They curt'sey, and Exeunt.

Enter Doctor, Jaylor, and Woo[e]r, in habit ofPalamon.

Doct.Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her?Woo.Oh very much; the Maids that kept her companyHave half perswaded her that I amPalamon; within thisHalf hour she came smiling to me, and ask'd me what IWould eat, and when I would kiss her: I told her,Presently, and kist her twice.Doct.'Twas well done; twenty times had been far better,For there the cure lies mainly.Woo.Then she told meShe would watch with me to night, for well she knewWhat hour my fit would take me.Doct.Let her do so,And when your fit comes, fit her home,And presently.Wooer.She would have me sing.Doct.You did so?Woo.No.Doct.'Twas very ill done then,You should observe her ev'ry way.Woo.AlasI have no voice Sir, to confirm her that way.Doct.That's all one, if ye make a noise,If she intreat again, do any thing,Lie with her if she ask you.Jail.Hoa there Doctor.Doct.Yes, in the way of cure.Jail.But first, by your leaveI' th' way of honesty.Doct.That's but a niceness,Nev'r cast your child away for honesty;Cure her first this way, then if she will be honest,She has the path before her.Jail.Thank ye Doctor.Doct.Pray bring her inAnd let's see how she is.Jail.I will, and tell herHerPalamonstaies for her: but Doctor,Methinks you are i' th' wrong still.[Exit Jaylor.Doct.Goe, goe: you Fathers are fine fools: her honesty?And we should give her physick till we find that:Woo.Why, do you think she is not honest, Sir?Doct.How old is she?Woo.She's eighteen.Doct.She may be,But that's all one, 'tis nothing to our purpose,What ev'r her Father saies, if you perceiveHer Mood inclining that way that I spoke ofVidelicet, The way of flesh, you have me.Woo.Yes very well Sir.Doct.Please her appetiteAnd do it home, it cures heripso facto,The melancholly humor that infects her.Woo.I am of your mind,Doctor.

Doct.Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her?

Woo.Oh very much; the Maids that kept her companyHave half perswaded her that I amPalamon; within thisHalf hour she came smiling to me, and ask'd me what IWould eat, and when I would kiss her: I told her,Presently, and kist her twice.

Doct.'Twas well done; twenty times had been far better,For there the cure lies mainly.

Woo.Then she told meShe would watch with me to night, for well she knewWhat hour my fit would take me.

Doct.Let her do so,And when your fit comes, fit her home,And presently.

Wooer.She would have me sing.

Doct.You did so?

Woo.No.

Doct.'Twas very ill done then,You should observe her ev'ry way.

Woo.AlasI have no voice Sir, to confirm her that way.

Doct.That's all one, if ye make a noise,If she intreat again, do any thing,Lie with her if she ask you.

Jail.Hoa there Doctor.

Doct.Yes, in the way of cure.

Jail.But first, by your leaveI' th' way of honesty.

Doct.That's but a niceness,Nev'r cast your child away for honesty;Cure her first this way, then if she will be honest,She has the path before her.

Jail.Thank ye Doctor.

Doct.Pray bring her inAnd let's see how she is.

Jail.I will, and tell herHerPalamonstaies for her: but Doctor,Methinks you are i' th' wrong still.[Exit Jaylor.

Doct.Goe, goe: you Fathers are fine fools: her honesty?And we should give her physick till we find that:

Woo.Why, do you think she is not honest, Sir?

Doct.How old is she?

Woo.She's eighteen.

Doct.She may be,But that's all one, 'tis nothing to our purpose,What ev'r her Father saies, if you perceiveHer Mood inclining that way that I spoke ofVidelicet, The way of flesh, you have me.

Woo.Yes very well Sir.

Doct.Please her appetiteAnd do it home, it cures heripso facto,The melancholly humor that infects her.

Woo.I am of your mind,Doctor.

Enter Jailor, Daughter, Maid.

Doct.You'll find it so; she comes, pray honor her.Jail.Come, your LovePalamonstays for you child,And has done this long hour, to visit you.Daugh.I thank him for his gentle patience,He's a kind Gentleman, and I am much bound to him,Did you never see the horse he gave me?Jail.Yes.Daugh.How do you like him?Jail.He's a very fair one.Daugh.You never saw him dance?Jail.No.Daugh.I have often,He dances very finely, very comely,And for a Jigg, come cut and long tail to him,He turns ye like a Top.Jail.That's fine indeed.Daugh.He'll dance theMorristwenty mile an hour.And that will founder the best hobby-horse(If I have any skill) in all the parish,And gallops to the turn ofLight a'love,What think you of this horse?Jail.Having these virtuesI think he might be brought to play at Tennis.Daugh.Alas that's nothing.Jail.Can he write and read too?Daugh.A very fair hand, and casts himself th' accountsOf all his Hay and Provender: that HostlerMust rise betime that cozens him; you knowThe Chesnut Mare the Duke has?Jail.Very well.Daugh.She is horribly in love with him, poor beast,But he is like his Master, coy and scornful.Jail.What Dowry has she?Daugh.Some two hundred Bottles,And twenty strike of Oats; but he'll ne'er have her;He lisps, in's neighing, able to enticeA Millers Mare,He'll be the death of her.Doct.What stuff she utters!Jail.Make curt'sie, here your love comes.Woo.Pretty soulHow doe ye? that's a fine Maid, there's a curt'sie.Daugh.Yours to command i'th' way of honesty;How far is't now to th' end o'th' world my Masters?Doct.Why a days journey wench.Daugh.Will you go with me?Woo.What shall we do there wench?Daugh.Why play at Stool-ball.What is there else to do?Woo.I am contentIf we shall keep our wedding there.Daugh.'Tis trueFor there I will assure you, we shall findSome blind Priest for the purpose, that will ventureTo marry us, for here they are nice and foolish;Besides, my Father must be hang'd to morrowAnd that would be a blot i'th' business.Are not youPalamon?Woo.Do not you know me?Daugh.Yes, but you care not for me; I have nothingBut this poor Petticoat, and two course Smocks.Woo.That's all one, I will have you.Daugh.Will you surely?Woo.Yes, by this fair hand will I.Daugh.We'll to bed then.Woo.Ev'n when you will.Daugh.Oh Sir, you would fain [b]e nibling.Woo.Why do you rub my kiss off?Daugh.'Tis a sweet one,And will perfume me finely against the wedding.Is not this your CosinArcite?Doct.Yes Sweet heart,And I am glad my CosinPalamonHas made so fair a choice.Daugh.Do you think he'll have me?Doct.Yes without doubt.Daugh.Do you think so too?Jail.Yes.Daugh.We shall have many children: Lord, how y'are [growne]MyPalamonI hope will grow too finelyNow he's at liberty: alas poor Chicken,He was kept down with hard Meat, and ill Lodging,But I'll kiss him up again.

Doct.You'll find it so; she comes, pray honor her.

Jail.Come, your LovePalamonstays for you child,And has done this long hour, to visit you.

Daugh.I thank him for his gentle patience,He's a kind Gentleman, and I am much bound to him,Did you never see the horse he gave me?

Jail.Yes.

Daugh.How do you like him?

Jail.He's a very fair one.

Daugh.You never saw him dance?

Jail.No.

Daugh.I have often,He dances very finely, very comely,And for a Jigg, come cut and long tail to him,He turns ye like a Top.

Jail.That's fine indeed.

Daugh.He'll dance theMorristwenty mile an hour.And that will founder the best hobby-horse(If I have any skill) in all the parish,And gallops to the turn ofLight a'love,What think you of this horse?

Jail.Having these virtuesI think he might be brought to play at Tennis.

Daugh.Alas that's nothing.

Jail.Can he write and read too?

Daugh.A very fair hand, and casts himself th' accountsOf all his Hay and Provender: that HostlerMust rise betime that cozens him; you knowThe Chesnut Mare the Duke has?

Jail.Very well.

Daugh.She is horribly in love with him, poor beast,But he is like his Master, coy and scornful.

Jail.What Dowry has she?

Daugh.Some two hundred Bottles,And twenty strike of Oats; but he'll ne'er have her;He lisps, in's neighing, able to enticeA Millers Mare,He'll be the death of her.

Doct.What stuff she utters!

Jail.Make curt'sie, here your love comes.

Woo.Pretty soulHow doe ye? that's a fine Maid, there's a curt'sie.

Daugh.Yours to command i'th' way of honesty;How far is't now to th' end o'th' world my Masters?

Doct.Why a days journey wench.

Daugh.Will you go with me?

Woo.What shall we do there wench?

Daugh.Why play at Stool-ball.What is there else to do?

Woo.I am contentIf we shall keep our wedding there.

Daugh.'Tis trueFor there I will assure you, we shall findSome blind Priest for the purpose, that will ventureTo marry us, for here they are nice and foolish;Besides, my Father must be hang'd to morrowAnd that would be a blot i'th' business.Are not youPalamon?

Woo.Do not you know me?

Daugh.Yes, but you care not for me; I have nothingBut this poor Petticoat, and two course Smocks.

Woo.That's all one, I will have you.

Daugh.Will you surely?

Woo.Yes, by this fair hand will I.

Daugh.We'll to bed then.

Woo.Ev'n when you will.

Daugh.Oh Sir, you would fain [b]e nibling.

Woo.Why do you rub my kiss off?

Daugh.'Tis a sweet one,And will perfume me finely against the wedding.Is not this your CosinArcite?

Doct.Yes Sweet heart,And I am glad my CosinPalamonHas made so fair a choice.

Daugh.Do you think he'll have me?

Doct.Yes without doubt.

Daugh.Do you think so too?

Jail.Yes.

Daugh.We shall have many children: Lord, how y'are [growne]MyPalamonI hope will grow too finelyNow he's at liberty: alas poor Chicken,He was kept down with hard Meat, and ill Lodging,But I'll kiss him up again.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess.What do you here? you'll lose the noblest sight,That e'er was see[ne].Jail.Are they i'th' field?Mess.They areYou bear a charge there too.Jail.I'll away straightI must ev'n leave you here.Doct.Nay, we'll goe with you,I will not loose the Fight.Jail.How did you like her?Doct.I'll warrant you within these three or four daysI'll make her right again. You must not from herBut still preserve her in this way.Woo.I will.Doct.Let's get her in.Woo.Come Sweet, we'll go to dinnerAnd then we'll play at Cards.Daugh.And shall we kiss too?Woo.A hundred times.Daugh.And twenty.Woo.I, and twenty.Daugh.And then we'll sleep together.Doct.Take her offer.Woo.Yes marry will we.Daugh.But you shall not hurt me.Woo.I will not Sweet.Daugh.If you do (Love) I'll cry.[FlorishExeunt.

Mess.What do you here? you'll lose the noblest sight,That e'er was see[ne].

Jail.Are they i'th' field?

Mess.They areYou bear a charge there too.

Jail.I'll away straightI must ev'n leave you here.

Doct.Nay, we'll goe with you,I will not loose the Fight.

Jail.How did you like her?

Doct.I'll warrant you within these three or four daysI'll make her right again. You must not from herBut still preserve her in this way.

Woo.I will.

Doct.Let's get her in.

Woo.Come Sweet, we'll go to dinnerAnd then we'll play at Cards.

Daugh.And shall we kiss too?

Woo.A hundred times.

Daugh.And twenty.

Woo.I, and twenty.

Daugh.And then we'll sleep together.

Doct.Take her offer.

Woo.Yes marry will we.

Daugh.But you shall not hurt me.

Woo.I will not Sweet.

Daugh.If you do (Love) I'll cry.[FlorishExeunt.

EnterTheseus, Hippolita, Emilia, Perithous:andsome Attendants, T. Tuck: Curtis.

Emil.I'll no step further.Per.Will you loose this sight?Emil.I had rather see a Wren hawk at a FlyThan this decision; ev'ry blow that fallsThreats a brave life, each stroke lamentsThe place wheron it falls, and sounds more likeA Bell, than Blade, I will stay here,It is enough, my hearing shall be punish'd,With what shall happen, 'gainst the which there isNo deafing, but to hear; not taint mine eyeWith dread sights, it may shun.Per.Sir, my good LordYour Sister will no further.Thes.Oh she must.She shall see deeds of Honor in their kind,Which sometime shew well pencill'd. Nature nowShall make, and act the Story, the beliefBoth seal'd with eye, and ear; you must be present,You are the victors meed, the price, and garlandTo crown the Questions Title.Emil.Pardon me,If I were there, I'd wink.Thes.You must be there;This trial is as 'twere i' th' night, and youThe only Star to shine.Emil.I am extinct,There is but envy in that light, which showsThe one the other: darkness which ever wasThe [dam] of horror; who does stand accurstOf many mortal Millions, may even nowBy casting her black mantle over bothThat neither could find other, get her selfSome part of a good name, and many a murtherSet off whereto she's guilty.Hip.You must go.Emil.In faith I will not.Thes.Why the Knights must kindleTheir valour at your eye: know of this warYou are the Treasure, and must needs be byTo give the Service pay.Emil.Sir, pardon me,The Title of a Kingdom may be try'dOut of it self.Thes.Well, well then, at your pleasure,Those that remain with you, could wish their officeTo any of their enemies.Hip.Farewel Sister,I am like to know your Husband 'fore your selfBy some small start of time, he whom the godsDoe of the two, know best, I pray them, heBe made your Lot.

Emil.I'll no step further.

Per.Will you loose this sight?

Emil.I had rather see a Wren hawk at a FlyThan this decision; ev'ry blow that fallsThreats a brave life, each stroke lamentsThe place wheron it falls, and sounds more likeA Bell, than Blade, I will stay here,It is enough, my hearing shall be punish'd,With what shall happen, 'gainst the which there isNo deafing, but to hear; not taint mine eyeWith dread sights, it may shun.

Per.Sir, my good LordYour Sister will no further.

Thes.Oh she must.She shall see deeds of Honor in their kind,Which sometime shew well pencill'd. Nature nowShall make, and act the Story, the beliefBoth seal'd with eye, and ear; you must be present,You are the victors meed, the price, and garlandTo crown the Questions Title.

Emil.Pardon me,If I were there, I'd wink.

Thes.You must be there;This trial is as 'twere i' th' night, and youThe only Star to shine.

Emil.I am extinct,There is but envy in that light, which showsThe one the other: darkness which ever wasThe [dam] of horror; who does stand accurstOf many mortal Millions, may even nowBy casting her black mantle over bothThat neither could find other, get her selfSome part of a good name, and many a murtherSet off whereto she's guilty.

Hip.You must go.

Emil.In faith I will not.

Thes.Why the Knights must kindleTheir valour at your eye: know of this warYou are the Treasure, and must needs be byTo give the Service pay.

Emil.Sir, pardon me,The Title of a Kingdom may be try'dOut of it self.

Thes.Well, well then, at your pleasure,Those that remain with you, could wish their officeTo any of their enemies.

Hip.Farewel Sister,I am like to know your Husband 'fore your selfBy some small start of time, he whom the godsDoe of the two, know best, I pray them, heBe made your Lot.

[E[xeunt] Theseus, Hippolita, Perithous,&c.

Emil. Arciteis gently visag'd; yet his eyeIs like an Engine bent, or a sharp weaponIn a soft sheath; mercy, and manly courageAre bedfellows in his visage:PalamonHas a most menacing aspect, his browIs grav'd, and seems to bury what it frowns on,Yet sometimes 'tis not so, but alters toThe quality of his thoughts; long time his eyeWill dwell upon his object. MelanchollyBecomes him nobly; so doesArcite'smirth,ButPalamon'ssadness is a kind of mirth,So mingled, as if mirth did make him sad.And sadness, merry; those darker humors thatStick mis-becomingly on others, on themLive in fair dwelling.[Cornets. Trumpets sound as to a Charge.Hark how yo[n] spurs to spirit doe inciteThe Princes to their proof,Arcitemay win me,And yet mayPalamonwoundArcite, toThe spoiling of his figure. Oh what pityEnough for such a chance; if I were byI might do hurt, for they would glance their eiesToward my Seat, and in that motion mightOmit a Ward, or forfeit an offenceWhich crav'd that very time: it is much better

[Cornets. A great cry, and noisewithin, crying aPalamon.

I am not there, oh better never bornThan minister to such harm, what is the chance?

Enter Servant.

Ser.The cry's aPalamon.Emil.Then he has won: 'twas ever likely,He look'd all grace and success, and he isDoubtless the prim'st of men: I prethee runAnd tell me how it goes.[Shout, and Cornets: crying aPalamon.Ser.StillPalamon.Emil.Run and enquire, poor Servant thou hast lost,Upon my right side still I wore thy Picture,Palamon's on the left, why so I know not,I had no end in't; else chance would have it so.[Another cry and shout within, and Cornets.On the sinister side the heart lies;PalamonHad the best boding chance: this burst of clamorIs sure th' end o'th' combat.

Ser.The cry's aPalamon.

Emil.Then he has won: 'twas ever likely,He look'd all grace and success, and he isDoubtless the prim'st of men: I prethee runAnd tell me how it goes.[Shout, and Cornets: crying aPalamon.

Ser.StillPalamon.

Emil.Run and enquire, poor Servant thou hast lost,Upon my right side still I wore thy Picture,Palamon's on the left, why so I know not,I had no end in't; else chance would have it so.[Another cry and shout within, and Cornets.On the sinister side the heart lies;PalamonHad the best boding chance: this burst of clamorIs sure th' end o'th' combat.

Enter Servant.

Ser.They said thatPalamonhadArcitesbodyWithin an inch o'th' Pyramid, that the cryWas general aPalamon: but anon,Th' Assistants made a brave redemption, andThe two bold Tytlers, at this instant areHand to hand at it.Emil.Were they metamorphos'dBoth into one; oh why? there were no womanWorth so compos'd a man: their single share,[Their noblenes peculier to them, gives]The prejudice of disparity values shortness[Cornets. Cry within, Arcite, Arcite.To any Lady breathing—More exulting?Palamonstill?Ser.Nay, now the sound isArcite.Emil.I prethee lay attention to the Cry.[Cornets. A great shout, and cry, Arcite,victory.Set both thine ears to th' business.Ser.The cry isArcite, and victory, harkArcite, victory,The Combats consummation is proclaim'dBy the wind Instruments.Emil.Half sights sawThatArcitewas no babe, god's lyd, his richnessAnd costliness of spirit lookt through him; it couldNo more be hid in him, than fire in flax,Than humble banks can go to law with waters,That drift winds, force to raging: I did thinkGoodPalamonwould miscarry, yet I knew notWhy I did think so; Our reasons are not prophetsWhen oft our fancies are: they are coming off:Alas poorPalamon.[Cornets.

Emil.Were they metamorphos'dBoth into one; oh why? there were no womanWorth so compos'd a man: their single share,[Their noblenes peculier to them, gives]The prejudice of disparity values shortness[Cornets. Cry within, Arcite, Arcite.To any Lady breathing—More exulting?Palamonstill?

Ser.Nay, now the sound isArcite.

Emil.I prethee lay attention to the Cry.[Cornets. A great shout, and cry, Arcite,victory.Set both thine ears to th' business.

Ser.The cry isArcite, and victory, harkArcite, victory,The Combats consummation is proclaim'dBy the wind Instruments.

Emil.Half sights sawThatArcitewas no babe, god's lyd, his richnessAnd costliness of spirit lookt through him; it couldNo more be hid in him, than fire in flax,Than humble banks can go to law with waters,That drift winds, force to raging: I did thinkGoodPalamonwould miscarry, yet I knew notWhy I did think so; Our reasons are not prophetsWhen oft our fancies are: they are coming off:Alas poorPalamon.[Cornets.

EnterTheseus, Hippolita, Perithous, ArciteasVictor and Attendants, &c.

Thes.Lo, where our Sister is in expectation,Yet quaking, and unsetled: fairestEmilia,The gods by their Divine arbitramentHave given you this Knight, he is a good oneAs ever struck at head: Give me your hands;Receive you her, you him, be plighted withA love that grows, as you decay.Arcite.Emily.To buy you I have lost what's dearest to me,Save what is bought, and yet I purchase cheaply,As I do rate your value.Thes.Oh loved Sister,He speaks now of as brave a Knight as e'erDid spur a noble Steed: surely the godsWould have him die a batchelor, lest his raceShould show i'th' world too godlike: his behaviourSo charm'd me, that methoughtAlcideswasTo him a Sow of Lead: if I could praiseEach part of him to th' all I have spoke, yourArciteDid not lose by't; for he that was thus goodEncountred yet his Better, I have heardTwo emulous Philomels, beat the ear o'th' nightWith their contentious throats, now on[e] the higher,Anon the other, then again the first,And by and by out-breasted, that the senseCould not be judge between 'em: so it far'dGood space between these kinsmen; till heavens didMake hardly one the winner: wear the GarlandWith joy that you have won: for the subdu'd,Give them our present Justice, since I knowTheir lives but pinch 'em, let it here be done:The Scene's not for our seeing, goe we hence,Right joyful, with some sorrow. Arm your prize,I know you will not lose her:HippolitaI see one eye of yours conceives a tearThe which it will deliver.[Florish.Emil.Is this winning?Oh all you heavenly powers, where is your mercy?But that your wills have said it must be so,And charge me live to comfort this unfriended,This miserable Prince that cuts awayA life more worthy from him, than all women;I should, and would die too.Hip.Infinite pityThat four such eyes should be so fix'd on oneThat two must needs be blind for't.Thes.So it is.[Exeunt.

Arcite.Emily.To buy you I have lost what's dearest to me,Save what is bought, and yet I purchase cheaply,As I do rate your value.

Thes.Oh loved Sister,He speaks now of as brave a Knight as e'erDid spur a noble Steed: surely the godsWould have him die a batchelor, lest his raceShould show i'th' world too godlike: his behaviourSo charm'd me, that methoughtAlcideswasTo him a Sow of Lead: if I could praiseEach part of him to th' all I have spoke, yourArciteDid not lose by't; for he that was thus goodEncountred yet his Better, I have heardTwo emulous Philomels, beat the ear o'th' nightWith their contentious throats, now on[e] the higher,Anon the other, then again the first,And by and by out-breasted, that the senseCould not be judge between 'em: so it far'dGood space between these kinsmen; till heavens didMake hardly one the winner: wear the GarlandWith joy that you have won: for the subdu'd,Give them our present Justice, since I knowTheir lives but pinch 'em, let it here be done:The Scene's not for our seeing, goe we hence,Right joyful, with some sorrow. Arm your prize,I know you will not lose her:HippolitaI see one eye of yours conceives a tearThe which it will deliver.[Florish.

Emil.Is this winning?Oh all you heavenly powers, where is your mercy?But that your wills have said it must be so,And charge me live to comfort this unfriended,This miserable Prince that cuts awayA life more worthy from him, than all women;I should, and would die too.

Hip.Infinite pityThat four such eyes should be so fix'd on oneThat two must needs be blind for't.

Thes.So it is.[Exeunt.

EnterPalamonand his Knights pinion'd: JailorExecutioner, &c.Gard.

[Pal.] There's many a man alive that hath out-liv'dThe love o' th' people, yea, i'th' self-same stateStands many a Father with his child; some comfortWe have by so considering: we expireAnd not without mens pity. To live still,Have their good wishes, we preventThe lothsome misery of age, beguileThe Gout and Rheum, that in lag hours attendFor grey approachers; we come towards the godsYoung, and unwapper'd, not halting under CrimesMany and stale: that sure shall please the godsSooner than such, to give us Nectar with 'em,For we are more clear Spirits. My dear kinsmen.Whose lives (for this poor comfort) are laid down,You have sold 'em too too cheap.1 K.What ending could beOf more content? o'er us the victors haveFortune, whose Title is as momentary,As to us death is certain: a grain of honorThey not o'er-weigh us.2 K.Let us bid farewel;And, with our patience, anger tott'ring Fortune,Who at her certain'st reels.3 K.Come: who begins?Pal.Ev'n he that led you to this Banquet, shallTaste to you all: ah ha my Friend, my Friend,Your gentle daughter gave me freedom once;You'll see't done now for ever: pray how does she?I heard she was not well; her kind of illGave me some sorrow.Jail.Sir, she's well restor'd,And to be married shortly.Pal.By my short lifeI am most glad on't; 'tis the latest thingI shall be glad of, prethee tell her so:Commend me to her, and to piece her portionTender her this.1 K.Nay, let's be offerers all.2 K.Is it a maid?Pal.Verily I think so,A right good creature, more to me deservingThan I can quight or speak of.All K.Commend us to her.[They give their purses.Jail.The gods requite you all,And make her thankful.Pal.Adieu; and let my life be now as short,As my leave taking.[Lies on the Block.1 K.Lead courageous Cosin.1, 2 K.We'll follow cheerfully.

1 K.What ending could beOf more content? o'er us the victors haveFortune, whose Title is as momentary,As to us death is certain: a grain of honorThey not o'er-weigh us.

2 K.Let us bid farewel;And, with our patience, anger tott'ring Fortune,Who at her certain'st reels.

3 K.Come: who begins?

Pal.Ev'n he that led you to this Banquet, shallTaste to you all: ah ha my Friend, my Friend,Your gentle daughter gave me freedom once;You'll see't done now for ever: pray how does she?I heard she was not well; her kind of illGave me some sorrow.

Jail.Sir, she's well restor'd,And to be married shortly.

Pal.By my short lifeI am most glad on't; 'tis the latest thingI shall be glad of, prethee tell her so:Commend me to her, and to piece her portionTender her this.

1 K.Nay, let's be offerers all.

2 K.Is it a maid?

Pal.Verily I think so,A right good creature, more to me deservingThan I can quight or speak of.

All K.Commend us to her.[They give their purses.

Jail.The gods requite you all,And make her thankful.

Pal.Adieu; and let my life be now as short,As my leave taking.[Lies on the Block.

1 K.Lead courageous Cosin.

1, 2 K.We'll follow cheerfully.

[A great noise within, crying, run, save, hold.

Enter in haste a Messenger.

Mess.Hold, hold, oh hold, hold, hold.

EnterPirithousin haste.

Pir.. Hold, hoa: It is a cursed haste you madeIf you have done so quickly: noblePalamon,The gods will shew their glory in a lifeThat thou art yet to lead.Pal.Can that be,WhenVenusI have said is false? How do things fare?Pir.Arise great Sir, and give the tidings earThat are most early sweet, and bitter.Pal.WhatHath wak't us from our dream?Pir.List then: your CosinMounted upon a Steed thatEmilyDid first bestow on him, a black one, owingNot a hayr worth of white, which some will sayWeakens his price, and many will not buyHis goodness with this note: Which superstitionHear finds allowance: On this horse isArciteTrotting the stones ofAthens, which theCalkinsDid rather tell, than trample; For the horseWould make his length a mile, if't pleas'd his RiderTo put pride in him: as he thus went countingThe flinty pavement, dancing as t'were to'th' MusickHis own hoofs made; (For as they say from ironCame Musicks origen) what envious Flint,Cold as oldSaturne, and like him possestWith fire malevolent, darted a Spark,Or what feirce sulphur else, to this end made,I comment not; The hot horse, hot as fire,Took Toy at this, and fell to what disorderHis power could give his will, bounds, comes on end,Forgets school dooing, being therein train'd,And of kind mannage, pig-like he whinesAt the sharp Rowell, which he frets at ratherThan any jot obeyes; Seeks all foul meansOf boystrous and rough Jad'rie, to dis-seatHis Lord, that kept it bravely: When nought serv'd,When neither Curb would crack, girth break, nor diff'ring plungesDis-root his Rider whence he grew, but thatHe kept him 'tween his legs, on his hind hoofs on end he standsThatArciteslegs being higher than his headSeem'd with strange art to hang: His victors wreathEven then fell off his head: And presentlyBackward the jade comes o'er, and his full poyzeBecomes the Riders load: Yet is he living,But such a vessell 'tis that floats but forThe surge that next approaches: He much desiresTo have some speech with you: Loe he appears.

Pir.. Hold, hoa: It is a cursed haste you madeIf you have done so quickly: noblePalamon,The gods will shew their glory in a lifeThat thou art yet to lead.

Pal.Can that be,WhenVenusI have said is false? How do things fare?

Pir.Arise great Sir, and give the tidings earThat are most early sweet, and bitter.

Pal.WhatHath wak't us from our dream?

Pir.List then: your CosinMounted upon a Steed thatEmilyDid first bestow on him, a black one, owingNot a hayr worth of white, which some will sayWeakens his price, and many will not buyHis goodness with this note: Which superstitionHear finds allowance: On this horse isArciteTrotting the stones ofAthens, which theCalkinsDid rather tell, than trample; For the horseWould make his length a mile, if't pleas'd his RiderTo put pride in him: as he thus went countingThe flinty pavement, dancing as t'were to'th' MusickHis own hoofs made; (For as they say from ironCame Musicks origen) what envious Flint,Cold as oldSaturne, and like him possestWith fire malevolent, darted a Spark,Or what feirce sulphur else, to this end made,I comment not; The hot horse, hot as fire,Took Toy at this, and fell to what disorderHis power could give his will, bounds, comes on end,Forgets school dooing, being therein train'd,And of kind mannage, pig-like he whinesAt the sharp Rowell, which he frets at ratherThan any jot obeyes; Seeks all foul meansOf boystrous and rough Jad'rie, to dis-seatHis Lord, that kept it bravely: When nought serv'd,When neither Curb would crack, girth break, nor diff'ring plungesDis-root his Rider whence he grew, but thatHe kept him 'tween his legs, on his hind hoofs on end he standsThatArciteslegs being higher than his headSeem'd with strange art to hang: His victors wreathEven then fell off his head: And presentlyBackward the jade comes o'er, and his full poyzeBecomes the Riders load: Yet is he living,But such a vessell 'tis that floats but forThe surge that next approaches: He much desiresTo have some speech with you: Loe he appears.

Enter Theseus, Hippolita, Emilia, Arcite, in a chair.

Pal.O miserable end of our allianceThe gods are mightieArcite, if thy heart,Thy worthie, manly heart be yet unbroken:Give me thy last words, I'mPalamon,One that yet loves thee dying.Arc.TakeEmiliaAnd with her, all the worlds joy: Reach thy hand,Farewell: I have told my last hour; I was false,Yet never treacherous: Forgive me Cosen:One kiss from fairEmilia: 'Tis done:Take her: I die.Pal.Thy brave soul seekElizium.Emil.I'll close thine eyes, Prince; Blessed souls be with theeThou art a right good man, and while I live,This day I give to tears.Pal.And I to honor.These.In this place first you fought: Even very hereI sundred you, acknowledg to the godsOur thanks that you are living:His part is play'd, and though it were too shortHe did it well: your day is length'ned, andThe blissfull dew of heaven do's arowze you:The powerfullVenus, well hath grac'd her Altar,And given you your love: Our MasterMars,Hast vouch'd his Oracle, and toArcite, gaveThe grace of the Contention: So the DeitiesHave shew'd due justice: Bear this hence.Pal.O Cosen,That we should things desire, which doe cost usThe loss of our desire; That nought could buyDear love, but loss of dear love.Thes.Never FortuneDid play a subtler Game: The conquer'd triumphs,The victor has the Loss: yet in the passage,The gods have been most equall:Palamon,Your kinsman hath confest the right o'th' LadyDid lye in you, for you first saw her, andEven then proclaim'd your fancie: He restor'd herAs your stolen Jewell, and desir'd your spiritTo send him hence forgiven; The gods my justiceTake from my hand, and they themselves becomeThe Executioners: Lead your Lady off;And call your Lovers from the stage of death,Whom I adopt my Friends. A day or twoLet us look sadly, and give grace untoThe Funerall ofArcite, in whose endThe visages of Bridegroomes we'll put onAnd smile withPalamon; For whom an hour,But one hour since, I was as dearly sorry,As glad ofArcite: And am now as glad,As for him sorry. O you heavenly Charmers,What things you make of us? For what we lackWe laugh, for what we have, are sorry still,Are children in some kind. Let us be thankefullFor that which is, and with you leave disputeThat are above our question: Let's goe off,And bear us like the time.[Florish. Exeunt.

Pal.O miserable end of our allianceThe gods are mightieArcite, if thy heart,Thy worthie, manly heart be yet unbroken:Give me thy last words, I'mPalamon,One that yet loves thee dying.

Arc.TakeEmiliaAnd with her, all the worlds joy: Reach thy hand,Farewell: I have told my last hour; I was false,Yet never treacherous: Forgive me Cosen:One kiss from fairEmilia: 'Tis done:Take her: I die.

Pal.Thy brave soul seekElizium.

Emil.I'll close thine eyes, Prince; Blessed souls be with theeThou art a right good man, and while I live,This day I give to tears.

Pal.And I to honor.

These.In this place first you fought: Even very hereI sundred you, acknowledg to the godsOur thanks that you are living:His part is play'd, and though it were too shortHe did it well: your day is length'ned, andThe blissfull dew of heaven do's arowze you:The powerfullVenus, well hath grac'd her Altar,And given you your love: Our MasterMars,Hast vouch'd his Oracle, and toArcite, gaveThe grace of the Contention: So the DeitiesHave shew'd due justice: Bear this hence.

Pal.O Cosen,That we should things desire, which doe cost usThe loss of our desire; That nought could buyDear love, but loss of dear love.

Thes.Never FortuneDid play a subtler Game: The conquer'd triumphs,The victor has the Loss: yet in the passage,The gods have been most equall:Palamon,Your kinsman hath confest the right o'th' LadyDid lye in you, for you first saw her, andEven then proclaim'd your fancie: He restor'd herAs your stolen Jewell, and desir'd your spiritTo send him hence forgiven; The gods my justiceTake from my hand, and they themselves becomeThe Executioners: Lead your Lady off;And call your Lovers from the stage of death,Whom I adopt my Friends. A day or twoLet us look sadly, and give grace untoThe Funerall ofArcite, in whose endThe visages of Bridegroomes we'll put onAnd smile withPalamon; For whom an hour,But one hour since, I was as dearly sorry,As glad ofArcite: And am now as glad,As for him sorry. O you heavenly Charmers,What things you make of us? For what we lackWe laugh, for what we have, are sorry still,Are children in some kind. Let us be thankefullFor that which is, and with you leave disputeThat are above our question: Let's goe off,And bear us like the time.[Florish. Exeunt.

Iwould now aske ye how ye like the Play,But as it is with School Boys, cannot say,I 'm cruell fearefull: pray yet stay a while,And let me look upon ye: No man smile?Then it goes hard I see; He that hasLov'd a young hansome wench then, show his face:'Tis strange if none be here, and if he willAgainst his Conscience let him hiss and killOur Market: 'Tis in vain, I see to stay ye,Have at the worst can come, then; Now what say ye?And yet mistake me not: I am not boldWe have no such cause. If th' tale we have told(For 'tis no other) any way content ye(For to that honest purpose it was ment ye)We have our end; And ye shall have ere longI dare say many a better, to prolongYour old loves to us: We, and all our might,Rest at your service, Gentlemen, good night.

[Florish.

In the following references to the text the lines are numbered from the top of thepage, including titles, acts, stage directions, &c., but not, of course, theheadline or mere 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented,there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the left.

It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks of exclamation andvice versâ. Full-stops have been silently inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given the dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches are frequently run on. Misprints in the Quartos and the First Folio are recorded when they appear to be interesting. A word or two from the printed text is attached to the variants recorded below in cases where the variant, by itself, would not be sufficiently clear. Altered punctuation is shown, usually, by printing the old punctuation.

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Mrs Arnold Glover has kindly collated the three quartos in the Dyce collection, for the purpose of the following notes; and Mr R.F. Towndrow has kindly collated the three in the Bodleian.

ThePrinterto theReader.

Itis a custome used by some Writers in this Age to Dedicate their Playes toworthy persons, as well as their other works; and there is reason for it,because they are the best Minervaes of their braine, and expresse more puritie ofconceit in the ingenious circle of an Act or Scæne, then is to be found in the vastcircumference of larger Volumnes; and therefore worthy an answerable Mecænas,to honour and bee honoured by them. But not [h]aving any such Epistle fromthe Authour (in regard I am not acquainted with him) I have made bolde myselfe, without his consent to dedicate this Play to the Juditious in generall, ofwhat degree soever; not insinuating herein with any, be they never so great,that want judgement, for to them it belongs not, though they pay for it, morethen in this respect, that likeÆsopsCocke, having met with a precious Stone byaccident, they knew not the true use thereof, but had rather have a Barlie-corneto their humour, then a perfect Diamond. But leaving them to their ignorance, Ionce againe dedicate this Booke to the Juditious, some whereofIhave heardcommend it to be excellent, who, because they saw it Acted, and knew what theyspake, are the better to be beleeved: and for my part I censure it thus, ThatInever red a better.

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Hero.Leave, leave, tis now too late:Cleo.WhyShee is dead:Hero.Her last is breathed.

Cprints as in text bracketed.

D]Hero.Leave, leave, 'tis now too late.

Cleo.Why?Shee is dead:

Hero.Her last is breathed

l. 32. D] there's gallant l. 34. Comits]Away:l. 37. Apossibly] seeme

p.247, l. 22. C] He's mine l. 23. A, B and D]Leu.l. 26. A, B and D] years?

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p.249, l. 12. D] morning.Timantuslet l. 14. A] mile. l. 32. D] pounds

p.250, l. 6. D] off l. 35. C] the King and

p.251, l. 4. D] whom l. 13. D] thee; l. 25. D] thee, l. 29. D] I am l. 31. C] WhyTelamon, I can stand now alone

p.252, l. 18. D] should l. 30. C] oathes that did

p.255, l. 22. C] are you grown D] you'r grown

p.256, l. 11. A—D] more. l. 25. C] Thou couldst

p.257, l. 19. B—D]Princenow. C] experienc't

p.258, l. 4. D] what blessing l. 22. D]gods, lov'd

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p.260, l. 10. D] Your l. 25. C] Son

p.261, l. 29. A, B and D] yet be

p.262, l. 15. C] all the Monsters inAffrickel. 22. C] hath been B and D] has beene

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p.264, l. 29. D] makes mak'st

p.265, l. 7. C] neere D] ne'r l. 12. B—D] tell you l. 15. A—C] what I can do for him he shall command me

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p.268, l. 29. D] with l. 38. A, B and D] plot.

p.269, l. 5. D]Timantus.

p.270, l. 4. A, B and D] You l. 9. A] proud'de B] prou'd D] prov'd

p.272, l. 17. D] breathe, his hot affection A and D] out

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p.276, l. 3. D] my my

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p.279, l. 8. C] unto the l. 35. D]Ismenus.A, B and D]ExitM.

p.280, l. 6. D] wear'st the breeches l. 18. D] thou not

p.282, l. 10. A] weare a brass l. 28. B and D] thou?

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